The clocks read 3AM I can’t sleep. I’m hurt, yet I have no more tears left in me
The mascara stained my face like ink blots. I wish you’ll tell me what you see.
This is my life, but I feel like an absentee Somehow, someway
we were tangled together Yet I don’t know who pulling the strings.
You’re so embedded in my life Yet I lay in my bed alone Cold. Devastated. Knowing time heal all wounds Yet I’m so impatient.